Friday, May 25, 2012

Two days ago, on May 23rd, this blog celebrated its 5 year anniversary. I failed to recognize the milestone because as robots are known to do... I was celebrating something entirely different.

I was celebrating zombies, whiskey, and cigarettes because that's all I have at this very moment. However, the zombies are getting a little restless and hungry. I just don't know what to do with them exactly. Their food isn't particularly easy to get and if I just up and let them loose, I'm not sure if I can get them all back. I've been slacking with getting them microchipped. I know... I'm an irresponsible pet owner.

Anyway, gang... I hope you all enjoy what I do and sincerely hope that I get to do this for another five years.

Hey guys and gals, it's me again. Don't worry... I'm not mad that I wasn't invited to your birthday party last week. The folks at that restaurant don't particularly dig me anyway. For some reason unknown to me, eateries shun people pulling out spay cans and drawing large scale robots on their walls. Go figure?

This is the Dirty Carl Show Volume twenty. This means I've done this more than nineteen times. Math... it's only important when your counting. Yeah...

The internet isn't the devils playground musically so much these days, but we'll manage. Wait... actually, it still is. I just wanted to seem empathetic for a change.

Do me a favor, will ya? Play this at that moment where the squares have all gone home and the super duty motherfuckers are left in the room with their like minded cohorts. Somebody's gonna puke, I'm sure.

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Here I am with my daughters. If I could do anything today... I would destroy liars. Then, when I was done I'd take these two girls out for a jam packed day of awesome!

We're a happy family. I cannot honestly say why we are not a unit right now because the reasons I was given are such fabrication that they make as much sense as a blind dude saying "see you tomorrow!"

While I'm at it... it makes less sense than a deaf guy saying "I hear that!"
or a severed head complaining about leg cramps
or Richard Simmons stealing my girl
or Ronald McDonald giving up make up
or Jack White's duet with Alicia Keys
or those clear whore shoes that "sexy" chicks wear. Yuck.

I could do this all damn day.

Dads: Keep fighting. You'll see it'll all work out for you. Patience is key.

Now hear this:

Please leave comments so I know that I'm not just serving these tunes to lurkers.
I'm happy to know that at the end of the day I've helped these musicians find a little attention, no matter how small.
Also, don't just sit at home downloading all the time...go out and BUY RECORDS!
If anyone has an issue with what I'm doing here, be a gem and let ME know first instead of doing something unkind.

A tale of two robots.

* I have just learned that there is another person on the internet that has the name Ohrobot. He seems like a nice guy, but alas... he is not me and I am not him. We will co-exist because the world is a big place. My only presence on the web is this site. I do not tweet, facebook, myspace, or anything of the sort. This is where I am. Always. Rad.